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{ota} all the right moves

Kritika can usually be found in different places in the Spades castle curled up with her laptop. During hours on her shifts, of course, she's sure to stay close to Katya's office. Either way, she's often doing work of some sort.

... yes, looking through online catalogs counts. In her defense, it's her birthday in two months, and she needs to choose sari colors before then. "What do you think?" she'll ask to whoever passes by.

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It's been some time, Jordan thinks, since he's been asked his opinion on a sari. Not that Meghana often did, really; she mostly wore Western clothes, and was estranged enough from the other Sankarans that she hadn't gone to that many events in a sari.

He could only remember the one time, really.

"The purple is nice," he said after a somewhat pregnant pause. "The green is too, but the embroidery's a bit...much."

Just in his opinion.

It was different for Kritika. She had once fussed about wearing Indian fashion, but now wore Western and more cultural clothing interchangeably. After all, she was wearing a kurti top with jeans as she spoke.

"Yeah, the embroidery is something to watch out for. The more there is, the more it'll itch like crazy. I mean, I can deal with the whole 'pinning everything into place' that most people are concerned about, but I cannot handle itchy saris."

She had told him, once, that she wanted to wear a red sari when she married - casually, like a throwaway comment - but it had made his heart stop a little bit. He was only twenty-six, after all. Then he had started to think that it wasn't such a terrible idea...and then she'd left the Deck with just a letter.

So. So much for that.

"The purple has some nice edging embroidery," Jordan says. "Maybe that will itch less? I have no idea, really." He laughs a little bit. "The men's clothing doesn't seem as complicated."

"You know, you're right. I'll bookmark it." She does so, laughing as he goes on. "That's absolutely true. Boys have it much easier. I used to force my father to dress up in elaborate kurta suits so that it wasn't just the women who had to get all dolled up. And even then, kurtas are not bad at all."

"Megs used to make me put on three-pieces, saying that was as close as I could get to her pain." Though he didn't really think she considered it pain. "You don't make him anymore?"

"Me? Nah. It's too much work. Madhu insists sometimes, though, just because she likes being the brat of the family," she says in a fairly light voice. "Are three-pieces really that bad? I've always wanted to try one on."

"It's not too bad, just a lot of steps. Shirt, trousers, belt, braces, tie, vest, jacket, pocket square." He smiles. "But ladies do like the picture."

She makes a face. "Forget about liking the picture. I want to actually put one on."

"Then you should." He shrugs. "If you want the name of my tailor, he'd probably make one for you."

"Could you?" she asks, grinning. "Mom will screech like anything, but I'll ask Ishani to deal with her."

He leans over to pick up her message pad and a pen, and scribbles a name and address on it. "He's a Diamond, so snooty as hell," Jordan says, "buthe might like the challenge."

"I can deal with snootiness. I'm a rock star." She reaches a hand out to shake. "Thank you very much, Mr. Novak."

"You're quite welcome, Miss Rao." And after the handshake, he pulls out a sealed envelope from inside his pocket, and extends it. "If you could pass this to the Queen at her earliest convenience? I'd appreciate it."

"Absolutely. I'll give it to her promptly." She takes it and places it in a folder she retrieves from her large messenger bag.

"Thank you kindly," he says, giving her a salute before he turns to go. "Oh, good luck with the sari shopping."

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